Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.